Lyrics Central Booking - Prince Paul

Central Booking

OFFICER O’MALEY BITCHKOWSKI: Okay, punk!
I think you know the routine!
TARIQ: C’mon, don’t I get one call?
OFFICER O’MALEY BITCHKOWSKI: Not 'til you talk to the captain!
OFFICER OB: Here’s the scum, Captain!
POLICE CAPTAIN: Take a seat!
… Hmm… I just got your résumé!
TARIQ: Résumé?
POLICE CAPTAIN: It seems as though you’re a good kid.
No prior convictions.
Why?
TARIQ: Why?
Yo, wh— What are you talking about?
POLICE CAPTAIN: Don’t play games with me!
Tell me who’s your boss!
TARIQ: Can I make my call now?
POLICE CAPTAIN: Bitchkowski!
Give this punk his call!
Get him out of here!
OFFICER OB: Here!
You got two minutes, punk!
Use it wisely!
MOTHER: Hello?
TARIQ: Hello, ma.
I’m in a little bit of trouble
MOTHER: Baby, what is it?
What’s wrong?
TARIQ: Ma, I’m in jail.
The third precinct
MOTHER: What?!
TARIQ: I— I— I can’t explain now, ma.
Just get me out, please?
C’mon!
MOTHER: Okay, I’ll call Tru!
TARIQ: No, ma!
Not Tru!
Trust me.
Not him
MOTHER: Okay.
I’ll send the Reverend.
He’ll know what to do
TARIQ: Cool, ma, whatever.
Please, just get me out of here.
We’ll talk about it
later
TARIQ (NARRATION): This was definitely the worst time of my life.
Locked up, set up, and fucked up.
And I got two days 'til my meeting with the
Wu.
Damn.
I don’t know what I’m gon' do.
I guess I’ll just sit and wait 'til
the Rev gets here
CONVICT 2: See yo, it ain’t going down like that.
Don’t play me like that.
Don’t play me, man
CONVICT 3: Can’t leave ‘em up in this motherfucker…
CONVICT 1: Aight, man, let’s just— Aye, man.
Aye, y’all niggas tripping, man!
Y’all better give back my man’s shit, man!
Just give it back, man!
CONVICT 2: Yeah…
CONVICT 1: Just, fuck it, man, just give my nigga’s shit back!